45 Madrid

No more traveling deep underground, underground
Too many hours spent, staring lifelessly at the crowd
Rolling tumbleweeds, driven by the wind
It is useless energy
Soon I'll be out of here
I don't think I will miss that burning heat

And now it is cold
In the place that I have known, as my home
These memories are sore

I got shivers down my spine
Even though it's warm outside
It is 45 degrees or maybe more

With suitcases on the streets
More than I can bring
I tried to pack just what I need
I don't think I will come back here
The desert where you fell in love with me

And now it is cold
In the place that I have known, as my home
These memories are sore

I got shivers down my spine
Even though it's warm outside
It is 45 degrees or maybe more

Soon this will all be over and I will go my own way, yeah
And you, you will close the door, there ain't no reason for me to stay

Soon this will all be over and I will go my own way, yeah
And you, you will close the door for me



Credits
Writer(s): Julius F Kleipool
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